Rhyme Poem by Chris Bunton The sea roars as it breathesin and out, to rise, in the tides,along the shores of all the seasas one, moving where the moon guides. Waters lapping the isles tiny beach,gently touching her from beneath,seeking the mountain out of reach,among rocks like jagged teeth. On the water little rafts float,aboveContinue reading “Breathing Sea”
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Not My Job
Work Advice By Chris Bunton You’ve heard the phrase. “That’s not my job.” You’ve also heard people complain about folks who say “It’s not my job” Well, let’s look at some truth here. Who is right? Is it right to refuse to do something because it’s not your job? or should you go ahead andContinue reading “Not My Job”
Back Road
Old Days Are Gone Poem by Chris Bunton Down the deserted back roadHand me another beer.We plan to be free, you and me,and bask in the blazing sun. Is that a cop?No, we can keep being free.See, that lake is full of fish,that’s another place to camp. Go this way, not that way,I know aContinue reading “Back Road”
My Best Financial Decisions
Financial Insight by Chris Bunton First, I want to say that I am not wealthy. At least I do not see myself as such. I am not a financial expert. But I currently do not live pay check to pay check barely scraping by like I used to, and like millions of people currently do.Continue reading “My Best Financial Decisions”
Up Every Morn
A Dodoitsu Poem by Chris Bunton Up every morning to work;Slaving away for the bills.Just to take care of the homeI spend no time in. Working every day, all day;For that American dream.Paying my taxes to watch;them sent over seas. Struggling to make ends meet;doing the things we should do.Following the petty rules;that leaders ignore.Continue reading “Up Every Morn”
Night Breeze
Spooky Poem by Chris Bunton Cool night breeze.Frogs chirping,sounds no one sees.Crickets strumming.A dog warning. That long train,whistle far away.Is it gonna rain?Shadows swayPhantoms play. Mosquitoes hide,from the wind,Waiting to feed.Long ago thoughts,invade the mind. The Banshee calls.Did someone die,down the hall?Mystery lurks outsidebehind the pines. The light goes out.The powers gone.The neighbor’s shout“What isContinue reading “Night Breeze”
There is a Feeling
Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton There is a feeling.I don’t know what it is.It’s on the outside of meA feeling of joy and peaceI cannot seem to place. It’s like a memory Of a distant timeBut oh so nearI can sometimes feelIt’s fleeting warmth. It’s like another lifeA place I long to bePerhaps it’s my dreamContinue reading “There is a Feeling”
The Hawk
A Freedom Spirit Poem by Chris Bunton I was at work, walking outside when I heard a hawk call. His beautiful cry, in the crisp fall air, instantly brought me back to the forest I miss. Just sitting in the woods spending time with God; watching His creation work around me, as I become oneContinue reading “The Hawk”
Friends Gone Away
A Recovery Poem by Chris Bunton I still dream of my friends,The ones I used to know.The ones passed away,The ones still at home. I miss my friends,But I don’t miss the pain.The shady lies,And back dealing shame. Never knowing who to trust,Or which one would betray.Wondering who would be there,And who would throw meContinue reading “Friends Gone Away”
Empty Shells
Spiritual Poetry By Chris Bunton The sea waves, washing empty shells clean. Laid in the sand, just where each should be. The being, gone from inside the shell, leaving colorful beauty behind. In life’s waves, we are born and we grow, only to die and be lain to rest. Our soul is gone, from thisContinue reading “Empty Shells”
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